The First Post
The pressure builds in the here and now A bead of sweat trickles from my brow. “You have to do it, you promised you would” A promise I made without Continue Reading →
All original, fact, fiction and flights of fancy by me
All Mamie’s creative endeavours by genre.
The pressure builds in the here and now A bead of sweat trickles from my brow. “You have to do it, you promised you would” A promise I made without Continue Reading →
Breakfast in bed, with coffee and toast. A full bodied blend, a nice dark roast. Not for me, healthy yoghurt and fruit. First thing in a morning, it just doesn’t Continue Reading →
While every aspiring writer believes they can write, many become overwhelmed by the tide of rejection and failure to achieve literary stardom. I believe I can write. I’ve had this Continue Reading →
I love handmade craft items, I appreciate the effort and skill required to produce a saleable item that someone would be proud to use or display in their home. Who Continue Reading →
The Western has just re-opened, after yet another refit. The place has changed a lot in the past few years, they just can’t seem to leave it alone. The landlord Continue Reading →
This is not fiction, this is a beginning. Some of the work shown in this section of the website is unfinished, very old, or just in the planning stages. I am Continue Reading →
After my last post, I have basically guilted myself into making some more progress on this project and I have. At the moment I’m still wondering what colour to use Continue Reading →
I get bored quite easily and when that happens I switch my focus. Hell the only reason this blog is still going, and I’ve started another one, is because there Continue Reading →
I wrote this for my Granddad. I still miss him so much. A man so tall he touched the sky I was the apple in his twinkling eye My target Continue Reading →
That girl sitting in the corner there The one with the deep, burgundy hair. I know her from some time before But from where I can’t be sure. She glances Continue Reading →